Sussy Man Novels & Stories

" He wants you to meet your ....... ummmm fiancee." Boom! He could feel the tension around the man even through the phone. This was one of the most terrifying things about the man. His unmistakable aura of power and dominance. He was like a king untainted by mankind. Untouchable like the sun. "What's her name." Eric said through gritted teeth. The assistance was sweating buckets. He thanked his lucky stars that this conversation was happening on phone otherwise he would have surely had an heart attack from this. "Her nnname is Sabrina Harris."

By the time I was calm, Xavier had his head resting on my shoulder and he was practicing a deep breath technique. "Deep breath in, deep breath out." He chanted repeatedly while he did as he spoke. "Are…you okay?" I asked him in between panty breaths. "No," he croaked out. "I'm not okay." "What happened? Is there something wrong?" I asked him. "Keep quiet for five minutes, will you? Let me concentrate." He reprimanded me. "Okay." I shifted on his lap and I felt something hard hit me directly at my woman's core. My eyes widened and desire flowed through me again. I moved my… What does Susie call it? I searched my brain for a moment… Pussy again on his dick and I heard him growled.

Susie whispers in a voice that conveys that she very much thinks he is. "Shush, no, he's chillaxing." Liv grins at the man who doesn't react at all and I'm starting to wonder if Susie is right when a throat clears from behind the bar, drawing my attention to probably the best looking guy I've ever seen in real life.

Susanne greeted Denny as soon as she saw him walking out of his office. "Good morning," Denny replied. Shortly. Cold. Distant. A very typical behavior Susanne has not yet adjusted to. Desmond is different from Denny. Desmond is flirty and sports a smiling face except when he is in a foul mood. But comparing Desmond and Denny, Susanne likes the latter more. Well, Denny is younger, taller, more handsome, and even more attractive with his aloof glacier-like personality. The harder he is to please and get, the more women seem to get pulled to his charms without even doing anything to lure them.

"That's my boss Zachary Evans and that's his Grandmother. He's a fine piece of ass.. Everyone thinks so" "I wouldn't know."I placed the photo back down on the sideboard beside the ornaments. Of course i thought the man was handsome, but after everything that's happened the last two years I didn't want to even think about another man in that way. "You don't swing that way either?"She asked. "No, I do." "Giving up on men?" "I guess so, it's hard to trust anyone these days."I turned and looked at her."That thing people say about finding the one.. It's just one huge joke."

He slams harder as I can hear the sound of our skin slapping, the slick sound of how wet we are, "For you to hold onto, when you lose control like this." Shit, I am holding it as I take all his hard plummeting. Definitely a Brainy. Intelligent, funny, and such a pervert, he's definitely someone I'd want to spend my whole life with. There'll never be a dull moment with this man. Too bad he'd want to spend his whole life with a guy.

Chloe’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as she witnessed the raw, unfiltered intimacy on display. Nearby, a man in a tailored suit was on his knees, his lips wrapped around the stiletto heel of a dominatrix. His hands were bound behind his back, his posture one of utter submission. The woman’s laughter was low and commanding as she ran a gloved hand through his hair, her expression both cruel and tender. Chloe felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her body responding to the scene despite her hesitation.

“Service is never over.” I groan, and more of my weight slumps onto him, boneless and useless. His hands slide down my thighs, then he flips us in one smooth move until he’s looming above me, all heat and muscle and that stupid, smug grin. I don’t know who this man is. I know nothing about him. Well. One thing. He eats pussy like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s going for gold every damn time. “I should probably call my friend,” I whisper, the thought finally cutting through the post-orgasm fog. She’s probably called the cops, the National Guard, and every psychic hotline by now.

Anna paused and blinked as the man stopped near them. "Sugar daddy.... He should be called diabetes. Such a pain in ass. He will never get a woman with that attitude. Even if he got, she will run away from him. That man has no expressions. Yet he likes to sit on the swing. Such an arrogant monkey." San kept talking while Anna nudge her gently. "San, he is not that bad." "Yeah, yeah. Not that bad. He is a lot bad. I don't know why I am talking about him? Such a Cockalorum.

Screw Mission Find a sugar daddy, she might just offer her soul to this man right there at that moment. “Hmm I don't drink” she blushed at her reply. If Chris is surprised by her honesty, he didn't react to it. He just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his phone to text someone, probably Liam. The guy he mentioned earlier. and about ten seconds later, the man in question entered the room carrying a half-drunk bottle of Hennessy moving his body to the music. He looked like a model or an actor, really handsome with some boyish features. He looked younger than Chris but Sophie could tell both of them are great friends.